I, sculptor of the perfect
of
Anna
genre
masturbation
I'm satisfied; I just finished sculpting my latest commissioned statue.
A muscular marble nude, classical in style. Beautiful, even if it doesn't tell me anything, it doesn't tell me anything, but some detail tells me it's different, there's something wrong with it. It's late, I'm tired, I don't know how I've worked so far.
Here are the genitals, perhaps too irreverent. I knew I'd done something wrong. Too detailed, too exposed, perhaps too large for the standard, but I must say they're also too beautiful. I'm not discouraged; I can still fix them, but for today I decide to leave them alone. I accept it and laugh about it as I stare at them.
I move closer and playfully scratch the surface of the testicles, and I'm disheartened knowing I have to modify them. I had made two beautiful, large, virile balls; the effect of the relaxed skin is noteworthy, with two tasty nuts that resist the force of gravity, revealing a curvature that seems to have the scent of a man.
And what about that cock?! Not so big as to be vulgar, nor so small as to be considered decent to display, but so full of life, limp and soft, with a glans head peeking out from a slightly retracted foreskin. Where did I get the idea to do something like that?
I caress it, pretending to feel the workmanship, the shine, the detail; then my hand travels the shaft to the tip, where I'm captivated by a caress with my index finger on that segment of glans. I'm speechless as I realize I've sculpted the most beautiful penis in the world, and that only a woman could have sculpted such a perfect penis.
I let myself go a little, since I'm alone, and I always do that when I'm alone with my statues. I caress the balls with my index finger and thumb.
-Well done, my big dick... You know you really do have a really nice big dick? You'd drive everyone crazy, but unfortunately we have to cut it short tomorrow.
I lean in even closer, feeling something shift inside me, this demented state of mine becoming something else. I lower my voice.
"And what about those two beautiful breasts, powerful and full. It really makes you want to..."
I push myself further, I've never done it in my life, I can't resist and I don't care. I'm proud of my work, so I kiss him softly with my lips, kiss those balls, kiss that glans, rub my lips along the foreskin, then timidly pull out my tongue in search of the slit of the urinary tract.
I feel strangely excited, a heat surges inside me from this new experience that completely confuses me. I open my mouth wide, suck his balls, grasp my buttocks with my hands, then lift my shirt and release my breasts from the oppressive bra.
" A generous D cup, with lovely nipples that brush the cold marble of my thigh, immediately erect at the first touch.
I take the opportunity to peek at myself. I like my body, I adore my breasts, I go crazy for my delicate, dark areola, all dotted, with a little nub of flesh in the center that longs to be licked.
I oblige, I grab one and bring it into my mouth, I suck it greedily, then I lick it, fill it with saliva and spit on it, then I go back to licking my beautiful balls.
With one hand I continue to torment my nipple, the other I sink into my panties, among the thick black hair, searching for a vulva already dripping with thick whitish juices, which emanate their euphoric aphrodisiac aroma that manages to catapult me into another dimension devoid of rationality.
I lick, kiss, and lick the most beautiful cock in the world. I lick it and enjoy it.
I masturbate delicately and go crazy.
I breathe and exhale and moan.
I moan more and more and almost scream.
I'm about to come and I'm desperate.
"Enjoy!" I beg you, enjoy with me. Lift this beautiful cock and cum in my mouth and in my heart. Fill these two tits with sweet cum, fill them until they start dripping, so that my clit can also enjoy your precious, warm juice.
Cum on my forehead and in my hair, shower me, wash me, quench this lust of mine that expands all the way to my anus."
My index and middle fingers spread my lips after I rise and pull down my panties. I press my breasts against his marble chest, and rub my pussy against that thick, lowered trunk.
"Make this precious jewel bloom amidst the white dew of love that fills the petals of this restless flower of mine!"
I let some saliva reach the hairs of this delicious pussy, getting caught between them before adding to the rest of the erotic nectar.
I gasp loudly when I see myself. I finally come, squirting thick white cream onto that splendor of a tool, which I caress nervously as if I wanted to pound it. I lower myself, lick, kiss my salty, sometimes acidic fluids, serving myself on those splendid, hard balls.
-What's the problem? Am I not beautiful enough to attract the attention of this magnificent phallus? Am I not worthy of tasting the long-desired shower of pearls, or even just being humbly scorned with precious liquid gold? I would be content to be just your little piss spot. So that whenever you want, I'd be ready to welcome your boiling urine into my mouth, and take advantage of the warm, fleeting splashes that wet my thighs to masturbate with delight, pleasure, and passion.
A muscular marble nude, classical in style. Beautiful, even if it doesn't tell me anything, it doesn't tell me anything, but some detail tells me it's different, there's something wrong with it. It's late, I'm tired, I don't know how I've worked so far.
Here are the genitals, perhaps too irreverent. I knew I'd done something wrong. Too detailed, too exposed, perhaps too large for the standard, but I must say they're also too beautiful. I'm not discouraged; I can still fix them, but for today I decide to leave them alone. I accept it and laugh about it as I stare at them.
I move closer and playfully scratch the surface of the testicles, and I'm disheartened knowing I have to modify them. I had made two beautiful, large, virile balls; the effect of the relaxed skin is noteworthy, with two tasty nuts that resist the force of gravity, revealing a curvature that seems to have the scent of a man.
And what about that cock?! Not so big as to be vulgar, nor so small as to be considered decent to display, but so full of life, limp and soft, with a glans head peeking out from a slightly retracted foreskin. Where did I get the idea to do something like that?
I caress it, pretending to feel the workmanship, the shine, the detail; then my hand travels the shaft to the tip, where I'm captivated by a caress with my index finger on that segment of glans. I'm speechless as I realize I've sculpted the most beautiful penis in the world, and that only a woman could have sculpted such a perfect penis.
I let myself go a little, since I'm alone, and I always do that when I'm alone with my statues. I caress the balls with my index finger and thumb.
-Well done, my big dick... You know you really do have a really nice big dick? You'd drive everyone crazy, but unfortunately we have to cut it short tomorrow.
I lean in even closer, feeling something shift inside me, this demented state of mine becoming something else. I lower my voice.
"And what about those two beautiful breasts, powerful and full. It really makes you want to..."
I push myself further, I've never done it in my life, I can't resist and I don't care. I'm proud of my work, so I kiss him softly with my lips, kiss those balls, kiss that glans, rub my lips along the foreskin, then timidly pull out my tongue in search of the slit of the urinary tract.
I feel strangely excited, a heat surges inside me from this new experience that completely confuses me. I open my mouth wide, suck his balls, grasp my buttocks with my hands, then lift my shirt and release my breasts from the oppressive bra.
" A generous D cup, with lovely nipples that brush the cold marble of my thigh, immediately erect at the first touch.
I take the opportunity to peek at myself. I like my body, I adore my breasts, I go crazy for my delicate, dark areola, all dotted, with a little nub of flesh in the center that longs to be licked.
I oblige, I grab one and bring it into my mouth, I suck it greedily, then I lick it, fill it with saliva and spit on it, then I go back to licking my beautiful balls.
With one hand I continue to torment my nipple, the other I sink into my panties, among the thick black hair, searching for a vulva already dripping with thick whitish juices, which emanate their euphoric aphrodisiac aroma that manages to catapult me into another dimension devoid of rationality.
I lick, kiss, and lick the most beautiful cock in the world. I lick it and enjoy it.
I masturbate delicately and go crazy.
I breathe and exhale and moan.
I moan more and more and almost scream.
I'm about to come and I'm desperate.
"Enjoy!" I beg you, enjoy with me. Lift this beautiful cock and cum in my mouth and in my heart. Fill these two tits with sweet cum, fill them until they start dripping, so that my clit can also enjoy your precious, warm juice.
Cum on my forehead and in my hair, shower me, wash me, quench this lust of mine that expands all the way to my anus."
My index and middle fingers spread my lips after I rise and pull down my panties. I press my breasts against his marble chest, and rub my pussy against that thick, lowered trunk.
"Make this precious jewel bloom amidst the white dew of love that fills the petals of this restless flower of mine!"
I let some saliva reach the hairs of this delicious pussy, getting caught between them before adding to the rest of the erotic nectar.
I gasp loudly when I see myself. I finally come, squirting thick white cream onto that splendor of a tool, which I caress nervously as if I wanted to pound it. I lower myself, lick, kiss my salty, sometimes acidic fluids, serving myself on those splendid, hard balls.
-What's the problem? Am I not beautiful enough to attract the attention of this magnificent phallus? Am I not worthy of tasting the long-desired shower of pearls, or even just being humbly scorned with precious liquid gold? I would be content to be just your little piss spot. So that whenever you want, I'd be ready to welcome your boiling urine into my mouth, and take advantage of the warm, fleeting splashes that wet my thighs to masturbate with delight, pleasure, and passion.
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